Words are Gifts

The Market

Why I did not go to the market yesterday?

-I could not choose between a local market or the market in the center of town, My local market, I have never visited before, but I am told is bustling with food and goods. Apparently, that is where I can find anything I need.  Organic vegetables that are reasonable and fresh.

-I needed to be ready for the big crowds and being shoved about.

-To be ready to put up with loud noise, sounds of cars hooting and people calling their wares in different local languages

-I was not ready to see young girls, kayaye with their large silver bowls, waiting to carry our shopping.

-I did not have anything in particular to buy. I normally go and shop for rich colorful African fabric.

– I  also did not want to endure the smells, smells of spicy cooked foods, of kebabs being grilled, a welcome but imposing smell.

– The sight of plastic, strewn around, normally upsets me.

-The heat, these days can be is quite unbearable and humid, especially in the afternoons, whilst it is cool in the mornings and evenings. So I could have gone to the market very early in the morning to escape the heat.

-I did not want to walk many miles through the maze looking for just one item.

Or maybe I should have gone

-To celebrate the hundreds of market women who toil in that environment to make ends meet.

-To buy my weekly supply fresh fruits and vegetables.

-To spend an hour at the stall near ‘Cow Lane’ where the lady, our friend now, spends time helping us select fabric to sew our next African outfit.

I wrote this piece yesterday on International Women’s day. I am always moved by the energy with which the African market women trade,  in order to look after their families. On such occasions they always come to mind, as their toil  should be celebrated.  









9 responses to “The Market”

  1. Love your musings. Should I, shouldn’t I? The African market is a real celebration of women, isn’t it? Lovely post…I have an idea to write about now!

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  2. A lovely tribute on International Women’s Day. Yes, resilience and toil should be celebrated. Thank you for this window into the market.

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  3. When we visited Africa a few years ago one of our stops was at an African market. The colors…the smells of food…the bartering. It was quite an unforgettable experience.

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  4. You describe your hesitation about going to the market so well – the sight of things like discarded plastic and smells you weren’t ready to smell and work of pushing through crowds/being pushed, the unbearable heat. But then in the end, you seem to rue the fact that you didn’t go – so many things that would have made it worth it.

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  5. I can only imagine how beautiful the markets are where you live. What a lovely tribute to women who are working hard and sharing their talents and goods with others. To women who may otherwise be overlooked. I truly appreciate your daily slices because you have such an eye for finding beauty everywhere!

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  6. You always write with respect and appreciation for the people around you! I understand why you didn’t go, but when you do, will you please write about it?

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  7. Your post paints a vivid picture of the marketplace, as you use many different senses to portray the scene. Then you present the other side, perhaps the more optimistic side of visiting the market. Thank you for sharing this!

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  8. I enjoyed how your slice pivots around its middle, with two competing lists. I’m due for a market trip tomorrow, which I know will be quite different from yours.

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  9. Enjoyed going to the market with you through your writing. I appreciated the two sets of reasons why and why not to go. Thanks for reminding us all of the power and potential of the women run markets. Like Fran said, please write about it when you go!

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.


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